Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Today at work there was nothing special besides that I bought my ticket to my country to fly back over Christmas, however ahh BA is so expensive, that I had to find other solutions and it seems that going through Germany is an option again. Last year I went through Dusseldorf, however this time I can go through Berlin….ohh my…Berlin again, where there is a possibility to meet my beloved man, Udo… :) well he still does not know this officially…

So anyway I was eager to finish work today because I was supposed to have dinner with friends I have not seen for a long time and because they have just got married. After that I was going to Soho to meet other friends who were about to get married later this year. So I was starving throughout the day thinking about the dinner. As I am on this calorie counting diet I really did not want to bring more calories into my body than what is allowed. But at the end when we met, the weather was so nice that they just decided to have drinks outside and not to have dinner…ok fair enough. I should not eat then, I thought in the hope of losing more weight.

After that, I went to Soho to the club Edge. It’s a gay bar or club, and my friends quite like this place and they know the security guys, apparently one of my friends even had a French kiss with the security staff. Well I arrived, never been to this place even though I know it quite well. A transvestite was at the door who did not let me in unless I paid the entry fee. Of course it was fine. Then I got my stamp on my inner wrist, so I thought ok let’s get the party started. The place is open till late, however I should have known my friends already…they are always tired and want to go home quite early…one of them I call the partypooper. So when I arrived the Australians were just about to leave and I soon was rushed by the partypooper to drink up my drink because we were going to Heaven, another gayclub. Huh this is so usual…of course they did not wait for me…so they went ahead and waited for me outside…can you see the logic in this one? I cannot.

Anyway on the way…we walked and then I proposed the idea of taking the bus! Why not, if it’s free (free because we have the travelcard), but it turned out the partypooper did not have the travelcard so he had to pay for the busroute and when he realized we only used it for 3 stops he was a bit angry because his boyfriend and his friend were already waiting in front of Heaven. I told them I was going to get a Cheeseburger, but they were a bit annoyed by the bus and that we were late because I drank my drink, so I told them to go ahead and I would meet them inside. I don’t have any problem with this.

So in McDonalds…only a cheeseburger. With that I still have not gone over my limit even with the gin and tonic and wine I had before J after I got my burger I went to the toilet just to be on the safe side because you don’t even want to know how the toilets are in Heaven… not up for my liking at all. So I went in and I was pushing the doors rationally to see which one is empty when the 2nd one opened but immediately someone shouted that – Heyy yoo!
It was a cute guy…but why did not he lock the door, I was annoyed with this, why is he shouting when he did not lock the door…anyway he politely said:
-No worries you can come in…let me flush it – trying to be funny – he said you know you can come in now, just turn down the seating…and watch out because you cannot lock the door.
- Oh I don’t want to go in this cubicle if I cannot close the door… - I said, then he rushed in to the cubicle with me and checked it. I was a bit surprised…but he was not able to lock it, so he offered:
- OK. You don’t worry, I will be the gate keeper and won’t let anyone in. – then he added – if you are not going to you know…poopoo. Whether he tried to be funny or not I felt it was too much for me, but he really waited for me and once even said to someone – that is busy…I am waiting for my girlfriend. – cute is not it......

.....but then once I finished I was put off quite much…I came out of the cubicle and he was there with the cute face and started the usual topics while I washed my hand, like where I was from, name job etc….and unfortunately I smelled him…Poor him, he had such a bad and strong body odour…well sweat odour, that I felt ashamed talking to him…I know this might be too much from my side, but I cannot help, if someone is smelly it really puts me off… - I sometimes think about it I am moaning about not to have a boyfriend, even though I am not smelly haha – so then these boys or girls that are smelly…who would want to cuddle with them? Ahh I sound horrible now, but I can’t help.
So he waited for me to wash and dry my hands and then I thought OK this is enough now…he is not my boyfriend and I am not up for any new friendship in a McD on a Friday night. He came out with me still talking, but I did not really listen I just wanted him to disappear…I did not ask him to be the gatekeeper I could have waited for the next cubicle…30 seconds would not have changed anything.
Since he asked what I was up to I thought he was going to join to me, but luckily at the door he stopped and went back to his friends. Phew I thought...

Then, after eating my ‘healthy’ Cheeseburger dinner at a dim street corner, I was ready to join the queue to Heaven. I stepped in the narrow queue area and I immediately noticed the guy just in front of me….I wanted to run back straightaway, but since the line was so narrow and people were already behind me, it was impossible to turn back. Of course he noticed me as well…He acted we were great friends, then introduced me to his pals he was with. I have to acknowledge they were funny :)

Heaven G-A-Y London. :)

However as usual everything takes longer for girls, the body and bag search took longer too. So while I was still waiting to be searched the guy already went in and came out, then came to me instead of his friends…to lend him money for the entry…well I’m sorry but whether this was a genuine request or just something where he could get my number I don’t know, but I refused him, which he did not really like…and I had free entry anyway :)

Well the night was not over here….when I went in it was crowded as usual, but I found my friends easily. We were also joined by other friends of friends, but we did not know this at the time when 3 girls just popped up out of nowhere. Two of them were really into each other and the third one was dancing next to me, when she started to chat to me.

- Hey are you straight? – she asked me.
- Yes I am – I answered while I was still moving around.
- Awwwww where are all the girls?? – she asked me.
I can’t be of sure but I think she meant gay girls…after this she was with us the whole night and she kept telling me how wonderful I was and how beautiful my eyes were. :)

Well clearly, whether she was a lesbian or not, I got some attention from her :) which I was happy for even though I was not up for anything with her.
After leaving the place at around 3am, my friend, Marianna expressed her feelings that she did not like the place because she did not get any attention from men….but hey what can we expect from London’s one of the biggest and trashiest Gay club? We can expect many hot guys, many nice bodies, yet we have to bear in mind they all belong to a gay person, who can be our best friend but will never be our lover.

Monday, 21 October 2013

The other day I was talking to my best friend who writes a blog and she was the one who switched me back to blogging mood :-)
I was explaining and showing her the clothes via Skype I just bought that day as a treat for myself from a charity shop with amazing findings including Dolce and Gabbana, Kenzo, Etro, vintage stuff, Oroton and other high street brands like Mango, Zara or Topshop.
One of the vintage top was peplum and My friend Selinda immediately knew what I was talking about which was weird for me, because usually Hungarians don’t know what peplum means.

Then she elaborated that she followed a fashion blog and used to read it regularly. The author mentions peplum many times, thus she is well aware of its meaning.

Hmmm never read a Hungarian fashion blog, so to fulfil my curiosity of what trends and styles Hungarians would promote I had a look at the blog and I have to say I really liked what I saw there. The blog is not about the usual 'Plazacica' Keyo/Mayo/Amnesia style, which is usually worn by girls thinking they are the most fashionable girls.
The conclusion there are more and more people in Hungary with great taste in fashion :-)

Most of my friends know, for some reason...I cannot even explain myself but I love foxes :) Maybe this feeling grows from watching the good old Hungarian cartoon: Vuk.....I think every child has to watch it at least once...not only my generation but our generation's kids too...that cartoon is so emotional and cute.

Has anyone noticed the huge unmissable 'H' on this? Is that some kind of subconscious message to the world?

Or maybe I love foxes because I had one's fur on my wall for years.... (was already a road kill poor thing) or I have this ancient feeling...because foxes wee somehow always in my life. Even my town where I am from and lived 2 third of my life has something to do with foxes...and now in London...every week I met one or two in the streets in the middle of the town :)
And Yes foxes are beautiful...they have this cute face...and their fur with the orange colour and cute little black paws :) They are also clever and canny :)

Anyway I was listening to a YouTUbe Mix 2 weeks ago when I came across a song....I was doing other things when once I heard something like 'What the f* say'. I was sure it cannot be that exact wording and it would not really make sense either, so I came in the room to check out the video, when I noticed this is a song about Fox...and the biggest question in the world....What does the fox say?

Well here it is! Enjoy!

I think this song is a bit sick, but extremely funny too...The video is not bad...but the song??? CRAZYYYY....just like the Norvegion duo: Ylvis' other songs too, however they are not as good as this one.

Saturday, 19 October 2013

I am utterly sad....when I was back in Hungary as usual I met my friends for a night out and we had chatted about another friend of us amidst lots of other things.
So I was told that Hanna, my highschool best friend was pregnant :) We were all very happy about it. The others did not know, but when we were young we talked about having kids etc at one point in our life and Hanna was always afraid of it as her mother had problems back in the days. She always said that the more she wanted a baby the less it would happen, because she had felt that she would be the same as her mother.
So when I heard about her pregnancy I was double happy for her. She could get rid of her fears and hopefully deliver a cute baby :)

Our friends did not know, which month she was in, so we did not know how early is to say things.
Today I was talking to my mum...and she had asked me whether I knew Hanna was pregnant.
- Yes I knew it but forgot to tell you. - I answered then my mum carried on.
- She lost the baby. - when she told me this it was a big shock for me.
Not sure if English uses this phrase or not, but this news hit me to the ground...usually these days people don't talk about pregnancy to everyone until it's kind of confirmed and safe. The information was leaked by her brother originally, but she might have been in the safe months anyway. The doctors don't know why it has happened.

So now I am in a huge dilemma whether to write her or not. We were supposed to meet when I was back in Hungary but at the end we did not have time...so I really feel an urge to write her to let her know that even from far I am with her, but on the other hand I thought, maybe she would not want anyone to feel sorry for her and remind her of the lost baby.

I love you Hanna! And there will be a new dawn, a new beginning and I am sure you will have a baby soon!

Friday, 18 October 2013

Work was really relaxed today :) Basically I had the question yesterday from one of my colleague about what I am usually doing when there is nothing to do....what a tricky question...he is kind of new and not sure whether I can actually tell him the truth or not...what if he does not keep it for himself?
But yeah...when there is nothing to do....I am struggling...what to do... but even if there is nothing to do, I always find something for myself...I am creating new tasks for myself because I have the internet at home too and I am getting paid to do something and not to watch youtube. So my mind is always open for ideas! Yes! So even if it's a slow day then I'm trying to make it full with checking previous tasks and try to see where I could maybe cut out something or replace with an easier step.

I was writing an email to my new friend :) in lunch break. She works for the same company but in the German office and it turned out she was also Hungarian :) Finally!!! there are many Polish, Italian, Spanish, French etc just not another Hungarian... Well now even if not in the same building, or city....we could have now our own little friend circle, where we can speak in Hungarian, so the others could not understand it :) haha (this is what the other nations' citizens doing) so I was writing an email to her...but it became so longwinded that actually I have not even sent it to her....because she might think it's too much for the first time. Anyway I am happy buddying up with her :)

After work I met one of my ex university mate, Daniel. We know each other for almost 7 and half years and he knows quite a lot about me and vice versa...he was one of the best friend of Mark actually this is how I met him back in the days.

Daniel told me something weird, which I don't know to believe in or not...I mean I would believe in Daniel, but on the other hand I believe in Mark too...So he said that Mark started seeing someone else...well shall I be jealous? No I am not.
Shall I ask him? He would not confess anyway...so I am a bit in dilemma again what to do...

Anyway What do you dear friend or dear reader think? Would you be straight outright with Mark and ask him about the other woman? Well I just want to know...but I am not even sure why I want to know since he has moved to Amsterdam...

It seems all the men I felt something for...moved out of London...or never moved here...but at least it gives some reason to visit Amsterdam, New York or Berlin ;)

Anyhow, I better get off now from here, because I still need to do some stuff.

Well unfortunately I still don't really know much about it and did not really have time to read about it, but the cast seems fantastic! And knowing the Oscar-nominated director Wes Anderson's other movies, this must be good as well. The trailer was released today! Check it out below!!!

It seems very funny and witty! However it is still not exactly clear where this place is...so far none of my Hungarian friends have recognised the Hotel from the picture....

Does this hotel only exists in the imagination of Wes Anderson and the future audience? Or is this a real hotel?

The other controversial thing for me is the background...which definitely does not remind me of neither Budapest nor Berlin....

Is this a hotel that existed at one point at all? If so any idea where?
Where is the movie set?

I like the whole idea of the poster that the background is so over romantic....and the hotel with its pink colour is like a huge candy....just like the movie....I think it will be a fantastic candy :)

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

What a bright and sunny day today :) in the middle of October in London :) Yeah since one of the newly built skyscrapers of town got its glass gown the morning sunshines in a certain time interval are reflected in an angle that it actually makes our office really bright :) yeah killing my eyes too :) but I love it!!! As usual London is still called as the 'foggy Albion'....which is not entirely true these years...or at least since I have been living here it is usually bright and sunny even in winter :)

Well it was a nice start, then everyone from my team just wanted to have this day over...some just got back from New York, some from elsewhere and me just wanted it over because I knew that our always 'epic' team meeting was not going to be in the office but we were going to visit the Design Museum.

I am a person who needs time to digest all those information, impressions, inspirations, colours, effects whatever an exhibition can possibly give you! In the office already some people wanted to leave the office as late as we could because they wanted to catch up with their tasks....but hey come on! Which museum is open till 8pm in London I'm asking this!!! None :( OK - some on like Thursday or Friday nights, but not on a rather normal Tuesday night. So I finally got everyone to leave around 4 which would have given us around 90 minutes....hmmm that's not enough I was thinking about it...but everyone kept saying
- Oh we really should not leave earlier because then we would finish before the normal working hours time and we would have to come back to the office...
Ahhh whatever I thought....well we are not the same kinda people...

Sunday, 13 October 2013

Today was almost like a usual Sunday....I woke up to my alarm which I think was too early because I just woke up from a crazy dream...

Strangely in London I don't really dream as many as I used to...maybe it is related to the fact that I am older...I am maybe more stressed and my sleeping pattern....well I don't even have a sleeping pattern...I sleep when I am tired and that's it...which means sometimes only 2-3 hours before I have to wake up and be in the morning rush to run to work.

I remember I had a notebook always under my pillow and anytime I woke up -be it 3 am or 7am - from a dream I had written everything down...later the notebook was replaced by a dictaphone. Where anything i recorded was still transcribed :) to my laptop. These days it is much easier....with just having an iphone where now I could talk or write notes....but for some reason I don't do this anymore... I am procrastinating and always just turn on my other side that I would remember when I wake up....but I never remember...

So today I actually even had 2 dreams....both were a bit crazy and scary...the first one started off as a nice dream....My partner was Rufus Sewell (on the pic), one of my ideal man since I was 14....we were together in the dream and moved to an island into an old house....where there were huge spiders too, of course....and we were woken up by these spiders jumping on us....hmmm not nice not nice.... <-- maybe because a day ago a huge carpet spider freaked me out.

The 2nd dream was with my real family members....there was a divorce last year in one of my cousin's life, where the missuz cheated on him. We are still talking, but I feel a bit uncomfortable with her now....so in the dream I went to sleep at their place - what an odd idea it is now - hmmm even in my dream I was not a good sleeper when she came in the room and poured something on the floor next to my bed, which evaporated into dangerous gases...when I questioned her why she did this....yes the best timing...my alarm was on.

So today my London/Amsterdam lover, Mark, was supposed to come to see me and chill. So I decided that I was going to do a lot today...cooking, epilating, cleaning, doing stuff outside etc etc....but it was raining... my enthusiasm was diminishing, then I decided that okay today is a day for being in bed....I asked Mark if he was eventually coming or not, but He said he could not get out of bed and he needed stop raining....I could not see the relationship between raining and coming to mine...but I was actually happy that he did not come :) I am thinking of ending this thing between us, because what came to my knowledge...mainly that he was trying with other woman....we agreed at the very beginning that I am and he is cool with an open relationship. I just wanted respect and honesty...and if he sees someone I wanted to know about it. Not of course the name of the person etc...I just wanted to know about the existence of someone else...and it seems there is someone else...but I know this not from Mark but from someone else who knows the other person...what a spiderweb...since I don't trust him anymore....and we have not spoken since I made out with my Love...Udo...which was almost 2 months ago.

So after he is not coming....today it was X factor Marathon...I watched the UK and Hungarian X Factors...I had to catch up not only on the episodes from yesterday but from previous weeks as well...

And now I finally sat down to write something to this blog.

Forgive me now for the plainnes and for not having any pictures...I am also working on the layout etc. :)

After long long time and deep thinking I decided to start writing a blog again. I used to update my old blog almost on a daily basis when I started my journey out of my home country....because.....I wanted to shout out to everyone what was happening to me in those days, however later it only became a blog with photos added and nothing more. Maybe only updating where those photos were taken....I remember I added the dates because I always thought that I would write something in those posts....however I realised that it never happened....
I hope that this blog will be a better one with lots of post about what I am doing, what I am up to, where I am, who my friends are and to get an insight of who I am.

I chose the name Sentimental in Berlin....because I was, I am and I think I will always be a sentimentalist for ever and ever....I cannot help...I love vintage, old things...I love those colours, those feelings and I am always sympathising with the ones in need and yes I love....LOVE even if I am not loved or cannot show if I love someone...
And Berlin....Berlin is the city...where I want to go...I am longing for....and I feel that my life should be carried on over there!!! I love its atmosphere the cool vibe, with the bustling Cafe culture, the little underground shops and music, bars, its history, its buildings which sometimes remind me of Budapest. I love that old and new can be next to each other in perfect harmony. I love that life never stops...parties are on up until next morning, the underground is also running all night long, which is important even if you live in the centre.
Lastly I also have to mention....that I found Love there....in Berlin....it is only a way of idealised feelings toward this man, Udo....who does not love me in return...but again I cannot help....I am daydreaming about this man...and maybe once we will be together...

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About me

Hello dear Sentimental! :) I am Sonja (Iza) from a small village living in the big city of London! I love traveling! I love eating delicious food, going for a cocktail in a rooftop bar, to an exhibition or just wandering in the city finding (street)art and taking photos of all things I like!
Maybe because of my starsign, I love all sentimental things! That's how my blog started as being Sentimental. And why Berlin? Because of special people in a special city, made me love Berlin besides London! That's how Sentimental in Berlin was born! :) But...and yes! Big but. I live in London and in this blog I try to show my London and my World to you through my journey!